Baskadia

The mountain is my grave, I'm God's breath, I go up and down,

I want the sky and the earth wants me

The stars pull me by my hair and the nails of the coffin hold me by my feet

The darkness screams to me

"Down!"

And the sun says "Up!" to me

I'm the uncomforted of the horizon

I'm the night watcher of countless graves

Emptying his eyes in empty skulls I'm the cause of bad dreams.